It all started that night. That one night. When everything changed.
We were drunk. Well of course we were because if we weren't then this wouldn't have ever happened. Or maybe it would've. But who knows.
Anyway we were drunk. And in the club. No particular reason why we were there. Or one that I can remember. But we were there. Just dancing.
And I got lost in the crowd. Like I wouldn't have known where you were until someone took my hand. And started dancing with me towards the edge of the crowd. Sort of in the corner I guess you could say. That someone was you.
Then I felt something hard against my arse. You were behind me. Clueless as I was, but it literally took me probably a good whole two songs until I realized that you were grinding against me. And we were snogging. Basically we were just grabbing at each other all over.
Then we were walking. No not walking, but more like running. To where? Well, obviously out of that place and to our own place. We entered the building and you grabbed my hand leading me up the stairs to the third floor. We both tripped a couple of times because remember we were drunk. And confused. Well I was at least.
Running right through our flat door we were at it again. Grabbing at each other and our clothes. Right through your bedroom door. You through me onto your bed. And then everything went black from there.
The next morning I was laying still in your bed. With the most massive headache ever.
"This is going to be a long day," I said to myself.
A hangover. That's what it was. And that's why I couldn't remember anything. I got up and realized that you weren't in the bed. Probably making our usual morning Yorkshire tea and scrambled eggs.
So, I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. As I was washing up I saw bruise like marks on my neck.
"Weird."
'Love bites? Couldn't be. Maybe I hurt myself the night before.'
Out of the bathroom into the hallway passing the kitchen and finally into the dining room where you sat sipping your tea and eating your eggs.
You looked up at me and said, "Hey Louis." Smiling at the same time.
I sat down drinking and eating across from you and we started talking. Chit chatting and drinking tea. I liked it. But then something caught my eye. There were purplish like marks on your collarbone similar to mine. And then I remembered.
I had sex with my band and flat mate Harry Styles. I Louis Tomlinson had sex with Harry Styles. It couldn't be true right? But it was because during that one minute of realization everything from the night before came flashing in my mind.
'He couldn't have remembered.' I thought. 'We were drunk so he couldn't have remembered.'
But you did. When you said those eight words to me.
"I had a great time last night, Lou." You winked at me then got up to get ready for the rest of the day.
Shocked. Puzzled. Gobsmacked would have fit my reaction.
'So, he did remember. But then why did we do it. It was the alcohol. Of course it was. We were totally and utterly intoxicated so it was the alcohol. Wasn't it? Why would we have sex out of love? But... it was the alcohol. Definitely...I guess.'
During that moment I couldn't really comprehend what our relationship status was anymore. Lover? Friends? But now I know. It's the status where one night you bang with your friend, but the next you're chit chatting while having a sip of tea.
Friends. Is what we were. Then the next. Friends with benefits. A weird relationship to have with someone right? Friends with benefits? Why not?